Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Smog,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.